A Blog of Seattle Arts & Lectures
i have a body small and impatient, and feet that can jump, arms that can climb, fingers that can type, a head that can nod, my brown eyes that can see, and a great big imagination. Miyabi Schorn wrote...
Our utmost congratulations to the 2022 Elaine Wetterauer Writing Contest winners and runners-up! Every year, Seattle Arts & Lectures’ Writers in the Schools (WITS) program holds the Elaine Wette...
Three… two… one… just one more second, only one more for a present. Ever wonder about life and death? Love and birth; all rise up toward a newborn. A tear slightly drops down from sky: t...
Amanda Miller created this comic while a student at Renaissance School of Art and Reasoning with WITS Writer-in-Residence David Lasky.
The times I smell the sweet and sourness of the broth I know the night with be filled with joy. The pork so tender Just slips off the bone Like slipping into a fantasy of other worlds and imagination ...
One day, a person came to his house and asked, “Could you come and fix my door frame? The outer wood is starting to crack.” “Oh my!” Marco responded. “I can do that. Just giv...
Peace and I met at 2 in the morning with my head hanging out the window to catch snow on my tongue He was so cold and refreshing and new He breathed out white clouds And the light of the moon reflecti...
My name is truth … but you could call me right on my ancestors’ history, because being right is telling stories with meaning… Remember me. I believe in equality for my brother’s ...
Peace and I met at 2 in the morning with my head hanging out the window to catch snow on my tongue He was so cold and refreshing and new He breathed out white clouds And the light of the moon reflecti...
Dancing is you with me floating on the sea with the sunshine on your face like you’re on stage with the lights on finding your way back but you can’t leave Dancing is like poetry: the song never e...